Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 526

The air in the room got heavy, tension crackling just beneath the surface.

No one wanted to be the first to speak. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to call Dylan out—everyone was thinking it—but no one knew for sure if this was the end for him or just another bump in the road. If they stepped out of line and Dylan came out ahead, they’d be the ones paying for it later.

Only Aaron dared to break the silence.

“Grandpa, the reason I haven’t been around the Ferguson house lately is because Dylan’s had me locked up. If your men hadn’t dragged me here today, I’d still be locked away right now.”

People started glancing at each other, whispers breaking out at last.

“Dylan, you’ve gone too far. No matter what Aaron did, he’s still your nephew. How could you treat him like some kind of enemy?”

“Exactly. He’s family, and you’re supposed to set an example as an elder.”

Aaron just snorted, a cold, bitter laugh. None of them had the guts to say what they really meant.

He shot to his feet, voice sharp and loud. “And another thing—I think Dylan had something to do with my brother Lincoln’s death!”

The room froze. Dead silent.

When Lincoln died, Walter himself had ordered an investigation, but it turned up nothing. After Aaron came back from overseas, he’d butted heads with Dylan again and again—always losing.

Now he was accusing Dylan of murder. Maybe he finally had proof.

Walter looked hard at Aaron, and for the first time, something flickered in his eyes. “Do you have evidence?”

Aaron dropped to his knees, steady and unafraid. “Dylan’s in a rush to send Eden away—isn’t that suspicious enough? Eden’s stuck to him for years and never got close to anyone else. Who knows what she’s been wrapped up in with Dylan? If you really want answers, Grandpa, stop Eden from leaving and have her tell everyone the truth—was Lincoln’s death Dylan’s doing?”

His words hit the room like a hammer.

And the thing was—he was right. Eden really did know something about Lincoln’s death.

Walter’s gaze moved to Dylan. After all these years, Dylan had never let anyone at the Ferguson estate see what he was really feeling. That unreadable calm made it impossible for Walter to tell what his youngest son was thinking.

Walter had seen enough storms in his life, but Dylan was the one mystery he could never solve.

He pressed his fingertips to his temples, brow furrowed tight. “Dylan, did you send Eden out of the country?”

Dylan nodded, brushing invisible lint from his sleeve, voice casual. “For the Ferguson family’s reputation, I didn’t have a choice.”